We’ll have a little dance to-night, boys,
And dance by the light of the moon.
I want the cambric handkerchief,
I want the beaver hat,
Oh, hand me down the high-heel’d boots,
Likewise the silk cravat.
The darkies all are grinning,
Their teeth look very white,
’Case they’re going over the mountain,
To have a little dance to-night.
To have a little dance, &c.
I get up at the break of day,
To take my morning walk;
I meets my lovely Julian,
And this is the way we talk:
“I say, you are my only love,
You are my heart’s delight,
Won’t you go over the river,
To have a little dance to night?”
We’ll have a little dance, &c.
Johnny was a Shoemaker.
My Johnny was a shoemaker,
And dearly he loved me;
My Johnny he was a shoemaker,
But now he’s gone to sea.
With nasty tar to soil his hands,
And sail across the briny sea.
My Johnny was a shoemaker!
His jacket was a deep sky blue,
And curly was his hair;
His jacket was a deep sky blue,
It was, I do declare.
To reef the top-sails he has gone,
To sail across the briny sea.
My Johnny was a shoemaker!
A Captain he will be bye and bye,
With the sword and spy-glass too;
A Captain he will be bye and bye,
With a brave and valiant crew.
And when he gets a vessel of his own,
He’ll come back and marry me.
My Johnny was a shoemaker!
And when I am a Captain’s wife,
I’ll sing the whole day long;
Yes, when I am a Captain’s wife,
And this shall be my song:
May peace and plenty bless our days,
And the little one on my knee.
My Johnny was a shoemaker!
Camptown Races.
Camptown ladies, sing dis song,--Du da, du da,
Camptown races track five miles long,--Du da, du da da.
Go down dar wid my hat caved in,--Du da, du da,
Come back home wid pocket full ob tin,--Du da, du da da.